VICTIMS OF THE STREET

Freezing at night with nowhere to turn, to receive help.
She wishes for what we take for granted, warmth, love, shelter
But all she receives is a tattered pelt.
Begging for change from passing strangers.
They all just stare and pity her.

Growing up in dark alleys filled with drugs and crime
Won't somebody help her? She has served her time.
Trying to cry out but she lacks strength
Has everyone given up on her or is this one
of fate's cruel pranks?

Look at the lives we're leading
And we still can't give her the help she's needing.
She's sleeping in a cardboard box all cramped.
She is a victim of the street, she is a lonely tramp.

It's like we are living in a civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor.
She lives in a dark, worthless world where it's
Cold and damp.
Yes my friend, she is a lonely tramp..

Written by Richard Hale